Wednesday, 1 June 2016

last wild love

I remember when I held you
At the corner of the bed,
When you were tipsy and your eyes were glowing;
You were a tigress and I was your lamb
Lifting you up in my arms;
I was crazy in love and you knew you owned me;
I was your slave,
And it was a wild night,
The last night,
With the last woman that owned me.

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